1500 people living in an abandoned and derelict Intercontinental high rise hotel.

I'm just saying that given how many crap teachers there are out there, why is this parent giving me such a hard time?

WTF does she expect to gain from having a COPY of the damn thing? Is she going to take it to another teacher and get a second opinion or something? Isn't it more important that the student review it with me? It all comes down to living in a society where everything is negotiable, even a grade.

It's possible they're going to make the poor kid relive and relive and relive her 70. I say it's a good policy your school has there, Kristin.

I think it's just that you've destroyed her self-esteem.

Do you think it was the 70 on the exam or the time I stuck the "kick me" sign on her back that really pushed her over the edge?

Well, and remember the time you told her she was ugly and her mother dressed her funny?

Oh right. I probably shouldn't have called her a "dumb blonde" in front of the class either, but c'mon! I'm allowed to mock my own kind!

Well, and remember the time you told her she was ugly and her mother dressed her funny?

Mother probably has something to say about that one too.

>It's possible they're going to make the poor kid relive and relive and relive her 70. I say it's a good policy your school has there, Kristin.

This is my fear, too.

Okay, anyway, on that note, I'm going home. Where I shall plot more ways to torment my students. MUWAHAHAHAAHAHA. Mine is an evil laugh.

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1500 people living in an abandoned and derelict Intercontinental high rise hotel.

sarameg, thank you for giving me back some perspective. Taking a deep breath and trying not to fret anymore now as I head to my well-lit, safe, and warm home.

And then there's my mom whose big lament was underinvolved parents. Her version of overinvolved is threats to her person for calling a parent to pick a kid up. Poor teachers.

OK, I already made some mention of it in earlier posts, but I really do marvel at the media here in Baltimore. I mean, this is a fairly small, poor big city. And yet, we have kickass public radio, one station with a fairly extensive news department, local programming covering local things of interest. Another public station includes what is sort of an indie rock, blues, folk & acoustic station . And that's with us being in competition with DC radio. We have commercial media that has actually produced docs without commercial interruption on locally relevent topics. We have the Sun, which has graduated some really great writers. We have the Urbanite and...

I mean, my hometown is similar in having an active community base, but it is small and fairly cohesive. The sort of small where gossip is as effective as the local rag for getting news. I don't think B'more is nearly as cohesive in that sense. This is one crazyass quilt of a city. And yet...

OK, still have the crappy goofy local news at 11, but still.

Ah, I wasn't trying to draw any comparisons. It just sort of blew my mind and I wanted to share.

Cindy, I hated that movie because he was so much the more attractive guy (I say that recognising the potential for bias), whose character they tarnished with ONE FREAKING LINE. That's no way to have a character arc. Just dumb. Foreshadowing, people. It makes us feel clever.

Okay, I wasn't going to like a Lifetime movie, but I think the plotting in that was badly paced.

No time for brownies now, before kettlebell. Spoke with sister who's bought her ticket to visit for the test, as has my father. I suspect they'll be out shopping while I'm in training before, and perhaps while I'm in a coma afterwards.